There is something so special about trains, Somsubhra. Is it their mournful whistles, the clackety-clack of their wheels on the rails, or the arriving and leaving of people? Abandoned train rails and stations are some of the saddest sights I can think of. You captured that in your poem.
Written by Dennett
I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.